These unappetizing crackers lay quietly on the disc.

Mu Chun didn't know where to conjure a table knife and shook it at Shen Zifeng a few times. Shen Zifeng nodded, watching Mu Chun put the dinner knife on the disc, cut a line from top to bottom in the middle, and Mu Chun removed the biscuits on the right side of the line one by one, revealing half of the white plate.

"What does that mean?"

"If it's a person with neglect who is eating the food on this plate right now, then that's the case."

Mu Chun pushed the plate between the two.

Shen Zifeng asked again, "What if you turn the plate upside down?" ”

When he said this, he turned the plate upside down.

Mu Chun picked up the knife again and drew a line from top to bottom in the middle of the remaining half of the biscuits, removing the right half of the biscuits. ”

Shen Zi stood up straight, condescendingly but asked again and again, "Does it mean that it will never be possible to finish eating, if it can be divided infinitely." ”

Mu Chun nodded, put down the knife, and picked up the coffee again.

It was about to be the afternoon working time, and the two doctors in the psychosomatic outpatient clinic were holding coffee and thinking about their own business.

"If this is really the case, then Gu Yiping should have a history of fruit and brain injury before."

Mu Chun opened the eyes that he wanted to close just now, snapped his fingers in mid-air, and was excited like a child.

"That's right, then please ask Dr. Shen Zifeng to check the patient's medical records, if there is a history of brain injury or the like, you can roughly speculate whether there is a possibility of [hemispatial neglect], of course, further confirmation still needs to be checked by the patient in the hospital."

Shen Zifeng had already written down everything Mu Chun had just said about [Hemilateral Space Neglect], especially the last example of wafer cookies, Shen Zifeng squinted at the uneven floor of the corridor on the fifth floor.

It's hard to forget this example for the rest of my life.

Mu Chun, this guy, is really a weirdo.

Pan Jing took Gu Yiping to the surgery on Friday to change dressings, and before that, after Shen Zifeng left Mu Chun, he began to study Gu Yiping's treatment records, which showed that five years ago, Gu Yiping did suffer a traumatic brain injury, and that injury was still treated at the Zhinan Affiliated Hospital.

"Is there a brain surgery affiliated with Zhinan?"

Fang Ming thought about it, the brain surgery affiliated to Zhinan is not very famous, the most famous is Zhang Wenwen, Zhang Wenwen came back from studying at Harvard Medical School, in the brain surgery department of Zhinan Affiliated Hospital, although he works hard, but Zhang Wenwen is lazy by nature and does not like to abide by the rules and regulations of the hospital, he is obviously very talented, but because of his personality, he has not been able to improve the popularity of the brain surgery department of Zhinan Hospital, and there are not many patients.

"Because the records at that time were incomplete, but the attending doctor was indeed Zhang Wenwen." Shen Zifeng felt that it didn't matter who the attending doctor was, as long as the patient still had the medical records at that time, if not, the most he could do was to go to Zhinan Hospital to find the image data at that time.

"Why did you talk about it?"

Fang Ming asked thoughtfully.

"Isn't it because of that complaint? Didn't Pan Jing go to the fifth floor after going out of surgery last time? ”

"Fifth floor?"

"Yes, it's Dr. Mu Chun."

Fang Ming complained, "Why is everything in the hospital related to this physical and mental department recently?" ”

"Who knows, maybe it's too idle, or the dean thinks that the hospital doesn't have a complaint department, and the physical and mental health department may be able to take care of this work." Anyway, no one else can listen to a patient's family complain, right, this kind of complaint or something, in the end, what is it to fight for? ”

Fang Ming didn't speak, and his cold facial features couldn't see anything on his mind.

Teacher Fang is really calm, compared to that Mu Chun, Teacher Fang is simply the best doctor, and that Mu Chun is simply the doctor who is the least like a doctor.

Thinking of this, Shen Zifeng laughed, and Fang Ming glanced at him without speaking.

Shen Zifeng thought that when he had just graduated from university, he was a trainee doctor at the Affiliated Medical Center of Zhinan University, and there was an old lady in her 70s with reading glasses who looked up at Shen Zifeng for a long time, and then turned around and said to her daughter next to her in a Zhejiang accent, "This doctor can't do it, his eyes are too small and too small, and it must be impossible to see the condition clearly." ”

As he spoke, he trembled on crutches and dragged his sick leg back to the outpatient clinic to line up.

Shen Zifeng couldn't cry or laugh, it turned out that being a doctor with small eyes would be despised.

Later, although such troubles did not appear again, Shen Zifeng still felt that people were actually evaluating a doctor with prejudice or subjective judgment.

A doctor like Fang Ming, who has a tall posture and handsome facial features, is naturally easier for people to associate him with stability, professionalism, and reliability.

In many cases, the degree of trust in the doctor directly affects the effectiveness of the treatment method adopted by the doctor.

Although this point is very subtle and difficult to tell a bunch of scientific truths, it is ubiquitous in reality.

Obviously, there are medical records in front of him, but Gu Yiping doesn't have much memory of his injury five years ago.

"I didn't know him at the time, no, I should say I just met him."

Pan Jing spoke for Gu Yiping.

Gu Yiping's appearance is actually very good, with a slender figure, beautiful facial features, slightly dark skin, and he doesn't look particularly good in mental condition.

Shen Zifeng made an internal call to the nurse's desk in the hall and asked the nurse to check if Dr. Mu Chun from the Department of Physiology and Physiology was available now.

Normally, this is an invitation to a consultation.

Community hospitals do not have strict requirements for the consultation process, and if you still remember it after the end, you can make up a consultation material.

Liu Tiantian walked to the fifth floor with great interest, smiled and made a triumphant grimace to the outpatient room.

"What's wrong? What time does it come up? Isn't it time for you to get off work? ”

Seeing that Chu Sisi had already changed his clothes instead of a white coat, Liu Tiantian said enviously, "Doctor Chu is the happiest, he can come whenever he wants, and he can go back whenever he wants." ”

"No, I'm going to visit a former patient."

"Former patients? Who is it? ”

"Lin Xiaogang, the Far North Ballet Company has a public rehearsal today, and he invited me to see the performance."

"Ballet rehearsals in the Far North? So you can still see that Zhao ...... Quick? ”

Chu Sisi nodded, Yu Guang glanced at Mu Chun, Mu Chun's face was hiding behind a book called "Persona of the City Holy Knight", and shouted from time to time, "Please guide me with the Holy Light." ”